Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

As soon as this idea came up, even he was shocked. He was a saint, the strongest person among the immortals, comparable to the leader of Tongxin Demon Sect and the abbot of Tianyi Fumo Temple.

Nowadays, there are no immortals, and saints are the absolute pinnacle of the spiritual world. How can such people be trained into the secret realm?

Xu Sanyan had heard that the Hundred Saints Secret Realm was created by immortals and worked together with hundreds of saints.

But it was made by saints, not by saints.

The difference between a few words means a huge difference in meaning.

The old man's eyes were wandering, as if he was recalling something that frightened him.

"Taojun Tianshu, Taoist Ziyang, Fairy Biyue... are all dead,"

"They're all dead..."

The old man was paralyzed and sat on the ground, staring blankly ahead, his pupils losing focus.

Xu Sanyan calmed down the fluctuations in his heart. Although he had never heard these names from the old man, it was not difficult to guess that they should be the saints of the Yaotian Holy Sect.

"I dare to ask senior... is the Great Elder an immortal?"

Only an immortal can have such courage to refine hundreds of saints into the secret realm at the same time in one breath.

The old man didn't answer, still immersed in his memories. As his thoughts became clearer, he was able to recall more memories.

Xu Sanyan stared at the old man's figure, his eyes flickering.

At this moment, the old man seemed to accept the fact that he was dead, and said with a dead look on his face, "What time is it now?"

Xu Sanyan pondered briefly, "Thirty thousand years later."

"Thirty thousand years?" The old man suddenly raised his head, "Does the Yaotian Holy Sect still exist?"

"No more."

"really……"

The old man seemed to have expected it, lamenting, "I still haven't escaped after all..."

"What did you escape?" Xu Sanyan noticed that there was something in his words.

"Heavenly calamity." The old man whispered these two big words.

Xu Sanyan frowned, "What did the senior mean?"

It can be determined from some ancient books that the Yaotian Holy Sect has been around for more than 30,000 years.

However, among the major sects and aristocratic families in Zhongzhou, the oldest one is Tianyi Subduing Demon Temple, which was only established for a mere seven thousand years!

Where did the missing 20,000 years go?

Xu Sanyan also had doubts about this. He searched through ancient books but could not find a trace. It was as if those more than 20,000 years had been erased from the long river of time and no trace could be found.

Moreover, the oldest sect that can be traced back to the current immortal world is the Yaotian Holy Sect, and there are no records going back further.

The world of cultivating immortals has gone through countless years, but in the end, it seems that there are only records of less than a hundred thousand years.

now……

It seems that you can hear half of it from the old man's mouth.

The old man asked, "Are there any immortals alive today?"

Xu Sanyan thought about it for a moment and shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

Among the monks he knew, the one with the highest cultivation level should be the sect masters of the five major sects, but all five of them were in the saint realm, and he had never heard of any immortals existing in the world.

"well……"

The old man raised his head and sighed sadly, "What flourishes must eventually decline. This is the way of heaven. The only blame is that the Yaotian Holy Sect is too strong..."

Xu Sanyan also agreed with this. From the book alone, you can feel the power of the Yaotian Holy Sect. It suppresses a lifetime and seizes the creation of heaven and earth to support oneself. How can it not be strong?

"Throughout the ages, there is no stronger sect than the Yaotian Holy Sect. There are dozens of immortals, hundreds of saints, and countless Hedao. At that time, it was a prosperous age for cultivating immortals."

The old man spoke slowly, "But we have no control, we are selfish, and we have been plundering endlessly for tens of thousands of years. In the end, in order to protect ourselves, God had to punish us."

"After endless years of cultivating the world of immortality, it was finally destroyed in one fell swoop. It's your own fault..."

There was a hint of relief in the old man's eyes, and he laughed and said, "Hahahaha, it's ridiculous that the great elder actually used the guise of creating a secret realm to deceive us and help him create this Taoyuan secret realm, preparing to hide here to avoid the natural disaster. "

"Hahahaha... That's ridiculous. How can he avoid the catastrophe?"

Xu Sanyan understood that the secret place here was called Taoyuan Secret Realm, and the Hundred Saints Secret Realm was just a name given by later generations.

Its ultimate purpose is not to train the disciples in the sect, but the so-called great elder uses this as an excuse to create a shelter for himself.

It's a pity that God's calculations are not as good as those of humans. For some reason, the Great Elder failed to hide in and disappeared into the long river of history.

Xu Sanyan looked at the old man's increasingly weak body and quickly said, "Senior, are you okay?"

He suddenly didn't want this old guy to die now, and expected to get more information from the old man's mouth.

"Oh, I am just a ray of residual soul attached to this body. It has been exhausted after thousands of years. You don't have to do anything. I will die in less than a moment."

The old man knew what Xu Sanyan was thinking with just a glance and spoke out.

Xu Sanyan was not embarrassed. He stood aside quietly and said respectfully, "Senior, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes? I, junior, can try my best to fulfill them."

"wish……"

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had too many wishes that he had not yet fulfilled. He had not yet ascended the immortal path and experienced the immortal scene.

He has not yet fulfilled his promise to his beloved and traveled the world hand in hand with her, but he will never have the chance again.

The old man was silent for a moment, "I do have a wish. Please take me out of the secret realm. I want to see the world thirty thousand years from now."

"Senior, are you going out?"

Xu Sanyan was stunned. He thought this old guy could only stay in the secret realm.

"Don't you have a piece of Horror Wood? I have sensed it. If you possess it, you can cultivate your soul and maybe you can live for a few more months."

"Horror Wood?" Xu Sanyan frowned and thought, and then he remembered the ruler!

When he was in Dagu Mountain, the old man also relied on this thing to escape from the soul realm and reincarnate. I didn't expect to use it again now.

Xu Sanyan took out the ruler, "But this thing?"

"That's right." The old man nodded, raised his head and asked, "Do you agree?"

Xu Sanyan thought for a while. The old man only had a wisp of residual soul left, which posed no threat to him, and he could learn more secrets from him.

Moreover, he participated in the refining of the Hundred Saints Secret Realm, and he must be very clear about the key points. Now that he has fallen into his hands, isn't it equivalent to a portable grandfather?

After considering many aspects, it is obvious that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, so he stretched out the ruler,

"Please do as you please, senior."

The old man nodded, and a phantom detached from the flesh and attached to the ruler.

"Thank you." The old man's voice sounded in his ears.

"It is my honor to serve you."

Xu Sanyan smiled gently, looking very sunny, like a sunny and cheerful boy.

The old man's soul left his body, and his body lost its kinetic energy and fell crookedly to the ground. A staircase appeared upwards, and the tenth floor appeared.

"Huh, there is no treasure at this level?" Xu Sanyan said in surprise.

"The tenth floor is the treasure." The old man said.

"So that's it."

Xu Sanyan gently turned his head and said to the two elders behind him, "You go up and take a look first."

"Yes, Holy Son."